Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 17:51:06 -0700
From: R B
Subject: My Secret Identity 11
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My Secret Identity
Chapter 11
Idrid Crow never liked Robin Fixx. He thought the boy was cocky and
arrogant. The other Watchers praised him left and right, it was no wonder
the boy thought he was top dog. Crow evaluated the Robin's telepathic
ability and was pleased when he hadn't manifested any competence with the
gift. The other Watchers were so disappointed. Their golden boy wasn't as
perfect as they thought.
Crow hadn't set out to become a villain, in fact he'd begun life as an
honorable man. He was the third son of an Irish lord who raised him with a
sense of duty and taught him the value of serving his fellow man. When his
gifts began to manifest themselves, shortly after his 16th birthday, he
knew he'd be recruited by the Watchers. It had been his lifelong goal to
join the order and he'd never been prouder than the first time he stepped
foot on the Wall.
His transformation occurred slowly. In the beginning he approached his
duties with vigor but the more he saw, the more he began to feel the
Watchers were fighting a lost cause. Crow came to believe that at his most
basic level, man was inherently evil. There was no amount of good the
Watchers could do that would change human nature. He came to realize what
the world needed wasn't a nanny state were powerful men and women protected
the week from the strong. What the world needed was a ruler with an iron
fist to weed out the weak and manage the strong. His ideas were considered
sacrilege and he was eventually stripped of his membership in the order.
It didn't matter, the damage was done. In his last year on the Wall, Crow
began stealing equipment and information for his own use. He knew it was
only a matter of time before his so called brothers forced him out so he
set up his own operation to counter their efforts. Earth needed a strong
hand and with his own army of repatriates he would become the iron fist of
the new world order.
He'd been reading about Robin Fixx all week. While he was no longer able
to track the movements of the Watcher's repatriates, he could still read.
The Boy Wonder's exploits were widely publicized by Seattle and national
media outlets. In Crows time they were simply historical documents. New
stories appeared in the historic records with every appearance the Boy
Wonder made in his time. Crow read about the boy and a sly smile crept
across his face as he fantasized of crushing him.
Crows repatriates would be coming online any time now. He monitored the
historical records for tales of their daring villainy and knew their time
was at hand. His repatriates were far different from those selected by his
erstwhile comrades. While the Watchers sought out young men and women in
excellent physical health, perfect specimens who would wield godlike powers
for the benefit of all humanity, Crow sought the lowest of the low. He
collected murderers, rapists, thieves, those without conscience or mercy.
He didn't train them to use their powers for good; he trained them to wreak
havoc on their time period.
He never gave them too much power either. Crow didn't need a bunch of
godlike teens to do his bidding. He needed an army of thugs skilled just
enough to distract the Watchers and do enough damage to maintain the status
quo in his time while he worked to overthrow the World Council. He'd been
reading Robin Fixx's tales of glory. Fixx was the first of the Watcher's
repatriates to awaken. He and his team were invested as the Wardens of the
West. Crows plan was to destroy the boy before his teammates woke and
leave them leaderless and floundering.
Only that morning Crow had returned two gang bangers he'd abducted from
inner city Seattle. They were the leaders of rival gangs and would have
been happy to cut Crows throat if given the chance. That is until they
heard his offer. He used the incredible powers of his telepathic mind to
convince them they could rule their city with his help. He would show them
how to unlock their minds, he would endow them with incredible powers and
all they had to do was murder one teenaged boy. It was hard to figure out
which was sicker, Crows desire to murder a child or his repatriates
eagerness to carry out the plan.
Idrid Crow continued to read his historical documents with giddy
anticipation. It was only a matter of time before he read a headline
regarding the demise of the Boy Wonder. He'd never liked Robin Fixx and he
was pleased the boy would be the first to fall, the first of many to prop
up his throne.
Bobby could have argued with Spence and left him safely at the hospital but
the truth of the matter was he was worried about his boyfriend. Bobby knew
first hand that his powers could be dangerous. He didn't have the ability
Spencer had manifested, didn't know how to control it and didn't know how
he could learn to control it. Bobby had been trained in the use of his
powers by the Watcher's. Bits and pieces of his memory continued to return
to him and while he continued to practice with his powers, he felt he had a
strong understanding from which to operate from. Spencer had none of that
and it scared Bobby.
They rode their bikes out to the airport and once they arrived, they mixed
into the crowd gathered around the police lines. It was just like that day
at the bank, thought Bobby. He paced nervously while he waited for the
police to act and picked up bits of conversation from the onlookers in
order to determine what he might be up against once he got inside the
terminal.
"He had a gun. He just started shooting everyone," one woman wept as she
shared her account with a policeman.
"He came out of nowhere. I don't know how he got past the metal
detectors," said a wounded TSA agent.
"He's crazy, just crazy," said a father who held his crying daughter.
"Bodies everywhere!"
"What are we going to do?" Spencer communicated telepathically.
"We aren't going to do anything. I'm going in alone," Bobby replied.
"But I can help you. If I get close enough, maybe I can read his mind or
something."
"No, it's too dangerous. We don't know where you got this power or how to
use it. What if you opened your mind to him and he hurt you?"
"I'll stay undercover..."
"Spence, no. I'm practically indestructible and I'm scared to go in there.
This isn't TV. Haven't you been listening? People are dead in there,"
Bobby chastised him.
"I just want to help."
"I know Spence and we'll find a way but right now, the best thing you can
do is stay out here and give me one less thing to worry about when I get in
there."
"Ok. You're right. I'm sorry."
"I love you," Bobby smiled.
Spencer didn't respond verbally or telepathically. He flashed Bobby a
smile of his own. It sent the message loud and clear, "I love you too."
Bobby took his backpack and quickly found a place to change. As he stood
between a fire truck and the parking garage he couldn't help but think he
needed a new costume, something he could wear under his clothes. He just
knew that if he kept up this routine it would only be a matter of time
until someone snapped a picture of him in his barrowed Robin mask and
underwear. He shook off the thought as a burst of gunfire erupted from the
terminal. He had work to do.
Robbie Matthews was Idrid Crowes first repatriate to awaken and one of the
most unstable. A paranoid schizophrenic with a rap sheet full of arrests
related to going off his meds, Matthews was a ticking time bomb. The fuse
was lit the day before when he'd run out of chlorpromazine and the voices
in his head quickly took over. The voices were sure the world was out to
get him and Robbie listened all too closely. That morning he'd stabbed a
neighbor to death and stole an AK-47 assault rifle from the dead man's
closet. He'd taken a cab to the airport, paid his fair and casually walked
into the main concourse where he proceeded to mow down anything that moved.
By the time police arrived, the airports drop off area had been sealed off
by airport security and anyone who could get out of the terminal had fled
for their lives.
While the police set up a perimeter outside the terminal, Matthews went
from body to body firing a round into their heads least they get up and
hurt him. SWAT officers tried getting close to the building in order to
plan their assault but if anyone actually got close enough to see what was
happening inside, they invited a hail of bullets from the madman.
When Bobby finished changing into his costume, he flew over the crowd and
landed on the terminal's roof. A wave of cheers broke out when he was
spotted. The Boy Wonder was here now. Everything was going to be ok.
Bobby wished he shared their confidence. Despite his powers he was afraid.
He'd only been up against a gun wielding suspect once and while the gun
shot hadn't even punctured his skin it hurt like hell. That bank robber
had been an idiot who shot him out of fear. The man he was going up
against now was a heavily armed lunatic who had already killed countless
innocent men and women.
When another burst of gunfire erupted from the terminal building and Bobby
saw a policeman who had gotten to close take a round in the leg, he forced
his fears aside. He forced his fear into a tiny ball and swallowed it,
hoping he'd be able to keep it down long enough to subdue the suspect and
hopefully save some lives. He found a skylight and knelt beside it. He
couldn't see Matthews but he knew where he was from the direction of the
gunfire. Bobby used his heat vision to shatter the glass and dropped 40
feet to the terminal floor.
"Drop the weapon," Bobby commanded as he rose to his feet.
Matthews rounded on him and fired a long sweeping arch in his direction.
Bobby ducked and rolled to his right, taking cover behind a concrete
pillar.
"I have a very bad headache!" Matthews shouted.
"Put the gun down and we can talk about it," said Bobby. He took a chance
and peered around his pillar but only drew more gunfire.
"You want to take me away! Lock me up!"
"I just want to help you."
"You want to kill me!"
"That's not true. I don't kill people!" Bobby replied.
"I know he's lying, stop telling me what to do," Matthews shouted at the
voices controlling his actions.
"I don't lie. Put the gun down and I'll help you."
"Shut up!" Matthews shouted and fired another burst.
"Listen, I'm not going away and you can't kill me."
"Wanna bet?" Matthews giggled.
The giggling infuriated Bobby. There were dead people present. Matthews
victims were spread around them and though Bobby hadn't seen one up close
yet, he knew they were there and knew he had to avenge them. He stood up
and confidently moved from behind his pillar.
"You think this is funny huh?"
"I see him, I see him," said Matthew's as he brought his weapon up. He
fired again and a series of bullets struck Bobby in the chest knocking him
off his feet and knocking the wind out of him.
Bobby panted for breathe and felt his chest. The bullets had bounced off
but he knew he'd have a mass of bruises from where they'd struck.
"Ready to give up yet?" Bobby panted. He hoped knowing he was still alive
would give Matthews pause.
"Hey, you can't do that! You're cheating!"
"Give it up already."
"You're supposed to be dead. I shoot you and you die!"
"Sorry to disappoint you," said Bobby, as he rose to his feet.
"Dirty cheat," Matthews spat and took aim. This time when he pulled the
trigger it clicked on an empty chamber.
Bobby knew this was the window he needed to make his move. Matthews
ejected the rifles spent magazine and as he reached for another, Bobby
melted the weapon into molten slag on the floor. He strode triumphantly
towards Matthews and then he saw him, the body of a little boy still
clutching his mother's hand staring at him from cold dead eyes. Bobby had
never seen a corpse before and the sight was overwhelming. He doubled over
and retched his guts out.
While Bobby was throwing up Matthews laughed harder.
"Now you've done it," Matthews giggled.
Bobby spit the foul taste from his mouth and focused on Matthews, "You're
doing down."
Matthews laughed again and waved his arm as if he was swatting at a fly.
Before Bobby could figure out what was going on, he was slammed into the
wall. The impact knocked the wind out of him again and as he got up on his
hands and knees, he saw Matthews kick at the air and then Bobby tumbled
backwards down the aisle.
"Oh my God, you're a telekinetic," Bobby groaned.
Matthews laughed manically and slammed Bobby against another wall. He
enjoyed watching the blond boy twitch and squirm like a puppet on broken
strings. Bobby didn't know what to do. He'd never encountered a
telekinetic though he was sure Jared Crane must have trained him for a
situation like this, he couldn't come up with any helpful memories. If he
couldn't physically get to Matthews then his super strength was useless,
the only option left would be to use his heat vision but that would mean
killing him. Monster though the suspect might be, Bobby wasn't prepared to
take a life. He didn't want to damage his soul like Matthews had damaged
his own. Taking a life felt wrong. He didn't know what to do and his mind
cried out for help.
Out in the parking area, Spencer stood among the survivors and spectators.
He flinched at the sound of every gunshot and though he knew bullets
couldn't hurt Bobby, he knew something was wrong. It was taking too long.
Spencer had seen Bobby take a shotgun blast to the chest at close range and
get up to disarm the suspect, why was he taking so long with the shooter in
the airport terminal?
When Spencer thought he couldn't stand still for one more second, the hair
on the back of his neck stood up and he heard a faint voice in the back of
his head. The voice was so low it seemed like it was calling to him from
across a vast expanse, screaming to be heard. He closed his eyes and
focused and there it was, "help me."
Spencer knew it had to be Bobby. He didn't know where his new found
ability had come from but he was sure it was a gift he was supposed to use
to help and protect his boyfriend. Bobby didn't have telepathic powers.
Spencer thought he'd developed an ability to supplement Bobby's and now was
the time to prove it. It took him a moment to figure out a plan and
another to find some way to hide his face. In the end, he ran towards the
terminal wearing a paper bag over his head with holes torn open to see
through. Now he knew how Bobby must have felt fighting crime dressed as
Tommy the Timberwolf...stupid.
"You, stop!" shouted a policeman, but Spencer kept running.
He knew he should be afraid but he felt strangely calm. He was running
into a building where an armed suspect had The Boy Wonder crying out for
help with only the untested, untrained power of his mind to protect him.
It must have been adrenaline. He'd heard stories about mother's being able
to lift cars in order to save their babies, his new found courage must have
been the same kind of thing. When Spencer got into the terminal, he ducked
behind a cement pillar like Bobby had. He saw Bobby lying on the ground,
his body moving erratically as if some unseen force were kicking him in the
ribs.
"What's happening?" said Spencer, linking his mind to Bobby's.
Bobby's eyes shot open and he spotted Spencer with that bag over his head.
"Spencer no! You've got to get out before he sees you!"
"What's he doing to you?"
"He's a telekinetic!"
"Oh shit!"
"Go, get out now! Save yourself!"
"I'm not leaving you."
"Spence, please," Bobby pleaded as he absorbed another assault to the ribs.
Spencer had tears in his eyes. He loved Bobby more than life itself and he
couldn't bear to see him in pain. He wasn't about to leave him, he had to
help him. Just then Matthews let out another maniacal laugh. Spencer
peered around the pillar and when his eyes met the mad man's, it was like
picking a lock to his brain.
"Leave him alone!"
"Who are you? We don't know you," said Matthews. The sudden appearance of
a strange new voice in his head stopped him in his tracks. He stopped his
assault on Bobby as he tried to process the new information.
Spencer saw this as an opportunity. Matthews must not have understood he
was a telepath, if he thought Spencer was just another voice in his head,
maybe he could get him to back down.
"I am God," said Spencer. "Your work here is done. I order you to stand
down and surrender to the police."
"But you're the one that told me to do this!"
"And now I'm telling you to stop."
"No, you're trying to trick me."
While Matthews was distracted, Bobby caught his breath and got to his feet.
Matthews had his back to him now as he fought the voices in his head.
Bobby rounded a pillar and charged at Matthews only to have the mad gunman
turn and use his powers to bounce Bobby off of him like a dodge ball.
Spencer saw Bobby slam into the concrete wall hard enough to leave a dent.
"ENOUGH!" Spencer shouted. Every window in the terminal shattered as his
voice reverberated off the walls. "Leave him alone!"
As if under the control of unseen hands, two of the massive concrete
pillars supporting the roof slammed together, smashing Robbie Matthews
between them.
"Holy shit," Spencer exclaimed. He didn't know how he'd done it but he was
sure he was responsible for what had happened. He shook off his shock and
ran to Bobby.
"Bobby, wake up," said Spencer, shaking his shoulder.
Bobby opened his eyes and grabbed Spencer, pulling him to the ground.
"Where is he?"
"I think he's dead," said Spencer. The boys stood up, Bobby leaning on
Spencer for support, and carefully walked over to the body. He should have
been smashed to a pulp but while he was clearly injured, Mathews was still
breathing. "What the hell is going on?"
"He's one of Idrid Crowes repatriates. One of the guys Jared warned me
about," Bobby explained. "How did you..."
"I don't know," said Spencer.
"We need to get out of here."
"Can you fly?"
"Yeah, get on my back."
Bobby took off through the broken skylight and before long he was touching
down in Spencer's back yard. They went up to the garage apartment and
Bobby quickly stripped to his underwear, anxious to get out of the Boy
Wonder's costume.
Bobby sat on the edge of Spencer's bed in his socks and boxer-briefs. His
experience in the terminal had been traumatic. It was his first encounter
with a fellow repatriate and if Spencer hadn't been there to help him, he
didn't know what would have happened. For the first time since acquiring
his powers his life felt fragile.
"What is happening?" Bobby sighed.
"I'm not sure but I think I have an idea," Spencer blushed. "You said the
Watchers manipulated your DNA, right?"
"That's how Jared explained it to me."
"What if someone acquired abilities of their own by coming into contact
with your DNA?"
"I guess it's possible but how would they get it?"
"Bobby, think about it, I've been in direct contact with your DNA twice."
"Where, how? When I was in the hospital?"
"Both times were in your bed."
"You don't think..."
"The time you came in my hand and then this afternoon."
"Oh my God."
"It's just a theory but it's the best I can come up with," said Spencer.
"But if it's from contact with my DNA wouldn't you acquire the same powers
as me?"
"You said it yourself, everyone's different. Everyone acquires abilities
suited to them. Maybe the chemical in your DNA reacted differently to my
DNA?"
"Oh my God," said Bobby, then he hid his face in his hands and started to
cry.
"Hey, what's the matter?" said Spencer. He took a seat next to Bobby and
wrapped his arms around him.
"What have I done to you?"
"Done to me? Bobby, this is incredible. That whackjob could have killed
you today but together we took him out. What if this was meant to be?"
"Look how dangerous it is. I don't know anything about your powers. I
don't know how to help you control them."
"Well, we'll figure it out together."
Bobby kept crying. He couldn't help feeling that this was his fault, that
he'd somehow infected Spencer with this condition. Spencer continued to
hold him close and stroke his hair. He thought his new abilities were
awesome. He'd just have to learn how to use them.
Jared Crane hadn't been exaggerating when he'd told Bobby that he'd been
watching over him all his life. Crane had no children of his own, the boys
and girls he'd trained were his family and he was as proud of them as any
parent could be. While he couldn't read their minds across oceans of time,
he was connected to them. He could sense their fears and concerns and for
the most part he was able to deduce the problems. When he sensed a ripple
of fear roll through Robin Fixx he concentrated all his thoughts on the
boy. The word "Telepath," flashed through the centuries like a neon
beacon.
Jared's first thought was Robin Fixx might have acquired a new power or had
come in contact with someone who manifested an ability that frightened him.
Either way, Jared knew the best way to ease the boy's fear was to unlock
another memory for him.
Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out. I got called up for jury
duty and didn't have any time to write. I hope you enjoy this one.